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Post by iggy on Feb 21, 2009 17:36:14 GMT -5
Arcadia
'Cause we are broken
what must we do to restore
our innocence and, oh, the promises we adored
'Cause we wanna be whole Arcadia sat thinking of Ajax, her fatherly figure. She missed him dearly. She had felt so.. so.. protected around him. She had felt loved. She knew her mother hadn't given her up willingly to the world, but she had to leave her to be safe. For Arcadia to be safe. Arcadia sighed, clearly stressed. Even though she was on the beach, it still troubled her. Ajax had recently left her.. he had also promised 'We will meet again, soon.'. She shook her head, and stood up. Her stubby tail was slighty wagging, at the smell of the salt water. She loved the beach. She walked, slowly and carefully, to the water. She then hopped in, and started splashing like a playful pup, all gracefulness forgotten. She laughed, and howled in joy. It was wonderful. The smooth, golden sand sank beneath her paws, and her fur flopped, wet and long. She then stopped jumping around, and walked out of the water. She was tired... I might as well get a rest here. she thought. SHe layed down, closed her eyes, and instantley went into a deep sleep. She had a knack for doing that.
Arcadia ran... chasing after Ajax. She was trying to tell Ajax that there was a waterfall right infront of him. But, she wasn't fast enough. "No! No! NO!" she wailed. Akax had fallen over the waterfall, tumbling and rolling. He didn't say one word the whole time, which made Arcadia even more angry, and urgent to reach him. But, now, NOW, she was to late. It was over.
"AHHHHH!" howled Arcadia. She was sitting up, panting. The sand was soft, and as silky as ever, but her thoughts weren't. It was just a dream, it was just a dream. she kept thinking to herself. It didn't work though. She sighed, and flopped down. It was a nightmare, except a hundred times worse. Thank God it wasn't real atleast. She looked down at her small paws, and the sand beneath her pretty, and daint paws. It was wet from her fur, but it still had that gleam she liked. She sighed, and closed her eyes, but was careful NOT to fall asleep. She wished somewhon was here to comfort her. But, she knew it wouldn't happen. Nobody liked Arcadia, really. She looked up for a moment, and saw the ocean. A wonderful blue, wave infested, salt-watered thing. Not good for drinking, but good for swimming and having fun. She closed her eyes again, and pricked her ears hoping to hear somebody approaching.
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Post by moondog__[இ] on Feb 21, 2009 17:57:28 GMT -5
Fiendfyre
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Fiendfyre.
It always started with that, just my name. I was a fiend, oh yes. I was worse than a fiend. I was a monster, a beast, a sick, bloodthirsty pyschopath. All of these things I had been called before, and they made me laugh. I liked being called such cruel yet accurate things. It made me feel accomplished. It made me feel feared. Which was exactly what I wanted. He's not right. There's something wrong with him. He's different. His mother's fearful, worried words sitll rang in his ears to this day and made him, once more, laugh aloud. It was a hollow, sharp sound, and it was very brief, ending quite abruptly. There was no place for laughter. Not within a soul that had been ripped and torn apart due to murder. Yes, countless murders. Countless lives had been taken at his claws, at his fangs. And he enjoyed it, relished each murder he had every committed. Oh, yes, he quite enjoyed it.
He was brought out of his thoughts by a sudden howl, causing him to freeze, his large paws sinking into the sand. His auds pressed back against his cranium, his harsh golden eyes narrowed to slits, his hackles raising defensivly. So another canine was on the beach. Excellent. He suddenly set out, his strides long. They managed to cover quite some distance as he hurried towards where the howl had sounded from. Finally, an oppurtunity to have a bit of fun. Paws thudded dully against the sand, the gritty tan substance flying up around his ebony-n-ivory hued paws. A slight growl, anxious and excited, built up in his throat and vibrated silently. He picked up his pace until he was half-running, anxiety and nervous excitement welling in his chest like a balloon.
There on the beach, laying there as if she were sleeping, was an Australian Shepherd. He growled again, this time more audible as he slowed to a trot, beginning to circle around the female. "Fancy meeting you here, love." He growled in a threatening tone, low and dark as he continued to stride around her.
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Post by iggy on Feb 21, 2009 18:14:22 GMT -5
Arcadia
'Cause we are broken
what must we do to restore
our innocence and, oh, the promises we adored
'Cause we wanna be whole Arcadia saw a large, Great Dane aproach her from the distance. He kept getting closer and closer, until he was close enough for her to almost be able to touch him. He growled 'Fancy meeting you here, love'. She cowered back and whimpered "What do you want?" and stepped back, slowly. She didn't like the look of his eyes.. they screamed 'EVIL!'. She growled, defensivly, while backing away. |
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Post by moondog__[இ] on Feb 21, 2009 18:24:11 GMT -5
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Post by iggy on Feb 21, 2009 18:41:13 GMT -5
Arcadia
'Cause we are broken
what must we do to restore
our innocence and, oh, the promises we adored
'Cause we wanna be whole Arcadia twitched her stubby, little, pretty tail. This dog was making her angry, and scared. She stepped back and said "What KIND of fun, to be excat?" and shivered thinking of what it could be. |
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Post by moondog__[இ] on Feb 21, 2009 18:55:01 GMT -5
Fiendfyre
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"Oh, I'm sure you could guess." He said suggestivly as he continued to walk forward. He chuckled, finding her fear and defense-like personality very amusing. He stretched his neck out, trying to bite her slightly on the shoulder, though he wasn't sure if he would succeed or not.
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Post by iggy on Feb 21, 2009 19:13:25 GMT -5
Arcadia
'Cause we are broken
what must we do to restore
our innocence and, oh, the promises we adored
'Cause we wanna be whole Arcadia easily hopped out of the way. She growled "I will fight you, if I must.". But, she had to admit. He was quite handsome. Strong, lean, and large. She didn't want to attack him, but she just might. She the purred out "Maybe, before we fight, we interduce ourselves? It'll seem more... formal." and she then paused. She looked at her paws, then tryed to make eye contact with the dog. She didn't want him to attack her. She wanted him to love her. Not attack. Even though it was an unlikely chance, she hoped he would understand. Even though she had just met the handsome dog, she liked him. She saw behind his cruel features, and un-kind words. She had a knack for doing that. It wasn't hard.
"Well, I guess I'll start. My name is Arcadia, I'm three years old, and I'm a purebred Australian Shepherd." and added "You?". She then looked over his body. He was slick, strong, and well built. She stepped back, and awaited his feirce reply. |
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Post by lozy on Feb 21, 2009 19:34:42 GMT -5
[shadow=teal,left,300] Sadie [/shadow] A scruffy, skinny, chocolate tri coloured pup wandered weakly along the beach, she was tired, hungry and cold, she had no where to go, she had been running for so long and now her little legs could no longer take it, she was physically and mentally exhausted, she tripped over a stone and landed in the sand, she whimpered a little but managed to pull herself back up, she noticed a female Australian Shepherd, the very same breed as herself, she then noticed a male dog, and she shuddered, male dogs scared her, she sat down and looked at the ground, her once shiny, healthy chocolatey coloured pelt was now dull and lifeless, her light green eyes that once had so much spirit no lacked shine.
This was Sadie, she was 5 months old and only a month ago she watched as her mother and two brothers were slaughtered, she can never find enough to eat, she is always on the move, trying to keep going, trying to keep away from the dogs that killed her family, she hardly gets any sleep due to nightmares and because she mourns most of the night, and her little body is now showing signs of accute exhaustion and starvation. |
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Post by moondog__[இ] on Feb 21, 2009 20:16:32 GMT -5
Fiendfyre
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twenty percent skill
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The little female easily dodged him, which earned a bit of his respect. But then she was asking if they could at least introduce themselves and was looking into his eyes, pleading. It sickened him, made him sneer, but he did take a step back, listening as she spoke again. Well. He supposed talking couldn't hurt. "Fiendfyre. Five and a half years, Purebred Great Dane of course." He said, voice still sadistic and low, yet not as threatning anymore.
His auds suddenly perked as the sound of another dog reached them and he swiveled his head, seeing the other Aussie. "Friend of yours?" He asked Arcadia. He motioned with his head for the other Aussie to come closer, before looking back to Arcadia.
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Post by Pandora! on Feb 22, 2009 19:10:51 GMT -5
ajax*
Oh, the beach. I adored it and all of its little adventures. It was a gorgeous place to be, the sun was always its brightest, the breeze had a chill in it now that fall had rolled along, the skies were the most blue here, and the sand was just a magnificent warm masseuse. What I the loved most of this area was allowing the powerful waves to crash against my solid pepper-looking chest, although some of the salty waters would intrude my sensitive eyes. I could not do this now, however, for the ocean was cooling off to my inconvenience. Autumn was my favorite season, but it intercepted some of my most adored activities.
My auds perked at the sound of a yelp, it was not recognizable, but who could make out such a cry anyways? I turned my direction to wards it, my pace still leisurely and soft. After a few minutes, three figures came into view, all canine. Banner swaying, I quickened my pace, this was a lovely chance to grab some new companions along with Narcissa, the beautiful dog I had previously met.
I came close enough, to make out the breeds of the three animals: two Australian Shepherds and one Great Dane, they were all purebred, and I was a mutt. Discarding the thoughts, I was now close enough to hear their conversations, and it was not appealing to me what-so-ever. I picked up my pace to a swift, concerned trot, and their voices were now distinct. The Great Dane was a male, the smaller Aussie pup was female, and the larger one was a fe- Arcadia! Joy struck me, and I was now galloping to wards the long lost female. "Arcadia!" My voice was shaking with happiness, I had not seen the female in a year or so. I finally was merely feet from them, staring down the Great Dane brute. I did not like his tone of voice or his manner of humor. It was disgusting. I wanted to celebrate my finding, but I could not yet. I felt the urge to protect my Arcadia and this young pup. "And who are you?" I snarled, my hackles prickled, auds plastered to my black and white skull.
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